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Murat Dreamed to unify our land.
He Moved to Emilia but he had to fallen back
The fate was decided on the lands (of Tolentino).

Rifles shoot intensely,
Cannons echo in the air.

Dreams on the edge of a sword
Of a united and independent Italy.
Dreams on the tip of a spear.

They seem to have won the battle,
When false information,
Deceived the King of Naples,
He had given the field to the Austrians.

Rifles shoot intensely,
Cannons echo in the air.

Dreams on the edge of a sword
Of a united and independent Italy.
Dreams on the tip of a spear.
Dreams were fallen on a cutting bayonet,
Dreams are mixed with lead gray.

The green battlefields
were mixed with the colors of the uniforms.
They were tinged with the blood of heroes
Which will never be forgotten.
The freedom of a people.
They don‘t fade into defeat.
From the ashes of the fallen,
We will rebuild new hopes.

Rifles shoot intensely,
Cannons echo in the air.

Dreams on the edge of a sword
Of a united and independent Italy.
Dreams on the tip of a spear.
Dreams were fallen on a cutting bayonet,
Dreams are mixed with lead gray.

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